The Orc’s Twink Kaleb #2
I pulled out my worn leather-bound notebook, eager to capture the day's encounter while it was still fresh in my mind.
My fingers tingled with anticipation as I uncapped my pen.
The werewolf and his human partner would make excellent characters for my latest story.
I'd just written the title at the top of a fresh page when a sharp knock at the door made me jump.
Odd. Most hikers just walked in during office hours. I closed my notebook and stood, straightening my uniform shirt before opening the door.
My heart nearly stopped. Standing on my porch, towering over me with those same amber eyes that had held mine earlier, was the werewolf.
Up close, he was even more impressive. He had broad shoulders covered in pristine white fur, a strong jawline ending in a muzzle that somehow managed to look both dangerous and attractive.
"Officer," he said, his voice a deep rumble that I felt more than heard. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything important."
I swallowed hard. "N-no, just finishing up some paperwork. Can I help you with something?"
The werewolf leaned casually against the doorframe, taking up most of the entrance.
"I think maybe I can help you," he said, his eyes glinting with mischief.
Before I could respond, he reached for my right hand, the one I'd used to pleasure myself while watching him.
He lifted it to his muzzle and, maintaining eye contact the entire time, ran his long tongue across my palm and fingers.
I gasped, too shocked to pull away. The sensation of his warm tongue sliding between my fingers sent a jolt straight to my groin.
"Mmm," he hummed, releasing my hand. "Just as I thought. You taste... interested."
My face burned. "I don't know what you're talking about," I lied weakly.
The werewolf chuckled, the sound like distant thunder. "I could smell you, you know. Behind that oak tree. Could hear your heartbeat racing." He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. "And I could smell your cum when it hit the forest floor."
I stepped back, my legs hitting my desk. "I'm sorry—I shouldn't have—"
"Don't apologize," he interrupted, following me into the office and closing the door behind him. "I liked it. We both did."
"Both?"
"My friend and I. We know we're being watched sometimes.
It's part of the thrill." The werewolf moved closer, and I caught his scent.
It was a mix of pine, musk, and something wild.
"Everyone knows that this park is a safe place to come for a little…
recreation thanks to you. More than a few of us have seen you around or noticed you were watching. But you never join in."
My mouth went dry. "You have?"
He nodded, his ears twitching slightly. "Several times.
Always hiding, always watching. Always alone.
" He reached out, one clawed finger gently tracing my jawline.
"I'm heading to the outbuilding near the east entrance.
My friend had to leave, but... I thought maybe you'd like to do more than watch this time. "
The east entrance had an old cinder block building with shower facilities for campers. This early in the season, it would most likely be empty as we didn’t have many campers yet. My pulse quickened at the implication.
"I can't," I said, though every part of my body was screaming otherwise. "I'm on duty. If someone saw—"
"Who would see?" The werewolf's tail swished lazily behind him. "The park's closing soon. It's just you and me." His hand moved to my chest, fingers splaying over my uniform shirt. "And I've seen how you look at monsters like me. How you ache to touch. I can smell it on you."
He was right. I'd fantasized about monsters for years. I loved their unique bodies, their strength, their otherness, and their fascinating array of cocks. And werewolves had starred in several of my recent daydreams, even before today's encounter.
"What's your name?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Grimbolc," he replied. "And you're Kaleb. It's on your nametag." His claw tapped the plastic badge pinned to my shirt. “And I never forget a pretty twink.”
I nodded, unable to form words as his hand slid lower, his fingers hooking behind my belt buckle.
"So, Officer Kaleb," Grimbolc said, his voice dropping to a growl that made my knees weak. "Care to join me for a shower?"
“I… I really want to,” I said, hating the way my voice shook. “But I love this job… I can’t risk it. I… I’m sorry.” I forced myself to take a step back. “This is my dream job.”
Grimbolc's amber eyes softened, his ears drooping slightly. "I understand," he said, taking a step back. "I respect that."
I hadn't expected such an understanding response. My body was still humming with want, my mind racing with possibilities of what could have happened in that shower. And my cock was rock hard.
"Though," Grimbolc added, reaching into a small pocket on his shorts, "if you ever change your mind or want to explore in a more... private setting, there's a place in town."
He pulled out what looked like a business card and placed it on my desk. The card was black with silver embossing that caught the light. "The Bathhouse," it read simply, followed by an address in the warehouse district.
"It's discreet," Grimbolc explained. "Monsters and monster-lovers and men only. No one judges there, and everyone understands the need for privacy." He gave me a meaningful look. "Especially for those with public positions to maintain."
I picked up the card, running my thumb over the raised lettering. "A bathhouse?"
"Among other things," he said with a slight grin that revealed the tips of his canines. "Some come to watch. Others come to play. All are welcome." He leaned in, his muzzle close to my ear. "And the security is excellent. No photos, no gossip. What happens at the Bathhouse stays there."
The warmth of his breath against my ear sent a shiver down my spine. "I'll... think about it," I managed.
"Do," he said, straightening up. "I'm there most Saturday evenings. I'd enjoy seeing you there, Kaleb." The way he said my name, rolling it around in that deep voice, made my knees weak all over again.
Grimbolc moved toward the door, his tall frame filling the small office. He paused with his hand on the doorknob and turned back to me. "One more thing," he said.
Before I could respond, he closed the distance between us in two long strides.
His paw-like hand cupped my cheek, surprisingly gentle despite the visible claws.
Then he leaned down and pressed his muzzle against my lips in what could only be described as a kiss.
It was strange. The texture of his short fur against my skin, the slight dampness of his nose, and the careful way he avoided nicking me with his teeth was unlike anything I’d experienced before. But it was undeniably exciting.
The kiss lasted only seconds, but it felt like minutes. When he pulled away, I was breathless.
"Something to remember me by," Grimbolc said with a wink. "Good luck, Officer Kaleb. I hope to see you again someday."
And with that, he was gone, leaving me standing in my office, fingers pressed to my lips where I could still feel the tingle of his kiss, and the black business card clutched in my other hand.
I sank into my chair, heart pounding, cock still throbbing. The Bathhouse. A place where I could watch, maybe even participate, without risking my job. A place where monsters gathered.
I tucked the card into my wallet, already knowing I'd be there tonight. It had been far too long since I’d had time to just unwind and let myself have a little fun.
And maybe, if I got lucky, I’d run into Grimbolc again someday.
Then I could finally find out what it was like to be knotted by a werewolf.
The warehouse district was not a part of town I’d explored before. My apartment was on the west side and since I didn’t work in a factory, I’d never had much reason to explore the east side.
The address from the business card led me to a nondescript metal building. No fancy sign, just a plain steel door and a neon sign glowing above it that read “OPEN”. I hesitated on the sidewalk, suddenly nervous. What if someone recognized me? What if this was some elaborate setup?
But then I remembered Grimbolc's kiss, the warmth of his muzzle against my lips, and my resolve strengthened. I pushed through the door before I could change my mind.
The lobby was nothing special. There was vinyl flooring that had seen better days, fluorescent lighting that hummed slightly, and a few plastic plants in the corners.
Behind a simple reception desk sat a human man with graying hair, deeply engrossed in what appeared to be a romance novel.
The cover featured a shirtless muscular vampire embracing a smaller man from behind. He barely glanced up as I approached.
“Membership card,” he said as if he’d repeated it a million times. Maybe he had.
“I… I don’t have one.” I didn’t realize there was a membership required. Grimbolc hadn’t mentioned that.
"First time?" he asked, dog-earing his page with practiced indifference.
"Yes," I admitted, my voice cracking slightly.
He reached below the counter and produced a clipboard with a form. "Membership application. Twenty dollars a month or fifty for three. Cash only." His tone suggested he'd given this speech countless times before as well.
I filled out the form, using my first name only, and slid three twenties across the counter. The man finally looked up, his eyes giving me a quick once-over before returning to his book.
"Lockers and towels are complimentary. House rules are posted inside. No photos, no harassment, no means no, and no phones." He handed me a small key attached to an elastic wristband. "Enjoy your night.”
I took the key and headed through the door he indicated. My heart was pounding so loudly I was sure everyone could hear it. But as I stepped into the locker room, I realized I was completely alone.